Zhujian Villa is the most powerful sect in the 'Red Sky Mortal Realm' and has its own pride. In its eyes, the only way out for the 'Wild Wolf Gang' and 'Purple Cloud Sea' is to rely on it.
Become its 'little brother'.
In order to achieve this goal, in the past hundred years, Zhujian Villa has been oppressing and annexing the other two sects. However, the other two sects did not 'buy in'. They knew that neither of them could compete with Zhujian alone.
Sword Villa, so they chose to unite and face the outside world unanimously.
Under the joint opposition of the two major sects, Zhujian Villa's original arrogance suffered an unprecedented blow. However, it did not give up its 'grand goal', so it chose to win over and support the originally not powerful '
Chixiao Chamber of Commerce'.
After nearly a hundred years of struggle, the strength of the two major factions has basically reached a balance. As a result, the 'Red Sky Mortal Realm' has gained a rare peace for the past hundred years.
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Ye Junlin used all his strength to finally balance the murderous aura in his heart. In order to divert his attention, he began to scan the group of people in the 'Red Sky Chamber of Commerce'.
The 'Chixiao Chamber of Commerce' also sent ten warriors under the age of twenty to participate this time. Most of these warriors' cultivation levels are above the 'Intermediate Mysterious Practitioner'. Compared with the other three major sects, there are still some
gap.
Among this group of warriors, Ye Junlin saw a familiar face. The owner of that face had an intersection with Ye Junlin. The owner of that face was called: 'Golden Ling'. After several months of practice, her
His cultivation level has also taken a big step forward, reaching the level of 'intermediate profound practitioner'.
At this moment, Jin Ling's eyes kept flickering on the people in the 'Purple Cloud Sea', as if looking for someone.
"Didn't that guy come?" Jin Ling's eyebrows frowned.
Chixiao Chamber of Commerce and Zhujian Villa followed the rules and sent out ten young warriors each, but they also sent out five leader elders unruly. This made people a little surprised.
"Lao Yun, this matter is a bit strange, I will act according to the opportunity." Leng Li approached Yun Zhenyu and whispered.
"Okay." Yun Zhenyu responded, his eyes becoming stern.
"Hahahaha...Brother Leng, Brother Yun, you guys are here quite early." Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked out with a big smile.
"Jiang Gongyue?" Yun Zhenyu shouted involuntarily in his heart.
Jiang Gongyue, the third elder of the Sword Making Villa, is a low-level blacksmith who has mastered metal properties and has never been defeated by two thin swords among his age group.
Back then, Yun Zhenyu also suffered defeat at his hands.
"Hahahaha...Brother Yun, your style is still the same!" Jiang Gongyue said, with a playful look on his face.
"Hahahaha...Brother Gong Yue, your style is even better than before!" Leng Li saw Yun Zhenyu's expression dimming and continued hurriedly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Gongyue said feeling good about himself...
While Jiang Gongyue was waiting for the 'older generation' of warriors to greet each other, the young warriors of the 'new generation' were secretly competing with each other.
They are just "rookies" who are just starting out, and they are very sharp. Naturally, they cannot become as "smooth and mature" as Jiang Gongyue.
Just when there was an undercurrent surging among a group of teenagers, Jiang Gongyue and others finally finished their greetings.
"It's getting late, Brother Jiang, should we hit the road?" Leng Li asked.
"Oh, you see, I forgot about serious things when I was excited." Jiang Gongyue patted his forehead, seeming to regret it. But Ye Junlin noticed a glint in his eyes.
"There must be something wrong with this guy." Ye Junlin thought deeply...
More than fifty warriors all abandoned their mounts and walked towards the direction of 'Fan Jun's Tomb'.
The journey is not far, but it is full of high mountains, towering trees, and overgrown thorns. From time to time, one or two spiritual beasts emerge from the grass, but as soon as these spiritual beasts sense the pressure emanating from more than fifty people, they immediately
Escaped.
During the journey, Ye Junlin was like a dormant giant beast, his eyes always fixed on Yin Xue and Jiang Zhou, as if as soon as they entered the mausoleum, he would not wait to fight.
The perimeter of the 'Fanjun Tomb' was covered with a huge blue light shield, which stretched for more than twenty miles. Countless cold air emanated from the light shield, freezing all the surrounding vegetation.
"It seems that this 'Fanjun' is a warrior who has mastered the 'ice attribute'!" Ye Junlin murmured.
Fading further and further away, the huge mausoleum appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
A powerful coercion acted on the "older generation" warriors such as Yun Zhenyu, making it difficult for them to move forward at all, but Ye Junlin and other "new generation" warriors did not feel anything.
"Okay. We can only send you here." Yun Zhenyu said, helplessness flashing on his face.
"Go, young men, chase your opportunities!" Leng Li said loudly.
"good!"
The disciples of the ‘Wild Wolf Gang’ and ‘Ziyunhai’ responded and continued to go to the mausoleum.
Ye Junlin's hands began to tremble violently again, and Liang Bufan patted his shoulder again: "Wait a minute! We'll talk about it after we enter the mausoleum."
A blue light mask appeared in front of the young people in an instant, and a cold air hit their faces.
All the young men held their breath and concentrated, and slowly stretched their hands towards the light shield.
In an instant, a mist of light appeared everywhere, and the bodies of the young people were instantly sucked into the light shield the moment they came into contact with the light screen. Yang Gongcheng and other young people exclaimed that it was magical.
Ye Junlin entered the light barrier and suddenly stopped. His eyes were cold, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years. He stared behind him, waiting for the warriors from the 'Forging Sword Villa' to appear.
Liang Bufan stood beside her, with a stern look on his face, and a golden spear in his hand, as if he was about to fight.
The warriors of the 'Wild Wolf Gang' on the side saw the situation and looked surprised.
"Senior Brother Liang, what do you mean?" asked a young man who was quite close to Liang Bufan.
"Dalong, you're blind, I'm going to kill those bastards from the Sword Forging Villa!" Liang Bufan shouted loudly, holding the spear tightly.
"Okay." The young man named 'Dalong' responded, with a bronze sword in his hand, and stood together with Liang Bufan.
"Good brother." Liang Bufan patted him on the shoulder, and the smile on his face bloomed like a sunflower.
On the blue light screen, faint light floated in circles like ripples, and the figures of young men flashed out again.
Time passed by minute by minute. To Ye Junlin, a few breaths of time seemed as long as hundreds of years.
Ye Junlin's eyes were fixed on the light screen until the figure of a young man flashed out.
"Jiangzhou! Die!" Ye Junlin shouted, and then with the red flame sword in his hand, he rushed towards Jiangzhou like a dragon out of the sea.